"Woof woof woof..." The Pomeranian that Lucas Quinn was holding suddenly started barking towards the back.
Lucas Quinn turned around and saw Charlotte Allison approaching slowly.
She was dressed casually and simply, giving off a lazy and relaxed vibe. Her tall figure approached slowly, becoming clearer in Lucas Quinn's pupils.
Most of the time, Charlotte Allison wore various suits, her brows and eyes cold and sharp.
At home, when not working, Charlotte Allison was a different person, lazy and laid-back, sometimes unintentionally raising her eyes like a mountain spirit, enchanting and captivating.
Lucas Quinn preferred her unintentional moments, alluring without realization, truly captivating.
What delighted him was that only he got to see this side.
Charlotte Allison came over and handed the water she had brought to Lucas Quinn.
Lucas Quinn then noticed she had brought a bottle of water outside, took two sips, and asked, "Why did it take so long?"
